Song Yaoyao: "..."
In the end, Huo Yunque didn't take it off. He wore the headband all the way through the market.
The two of them played along the way. When they finished all the food in their hands, they arrived at the God of Love's Temple.
There was a huge ancient tree at the entrance of the temple. It was so thick that it took a few people to hug it. There was a peach blossom forest around them. The small wooden boards hanging on the branches were blown by the wind, making a pleasant sound.
"Eh? is that Yaoyao?"
Tang Xinrou had just come out from the peach blossom forest. She looked at the petite girl pulling the man beside her to the temple. She couldn't help but take a few more glances in curiosity.
"Maybe..."
An Feiran's eyes curved, as he quietly held her hand.
"Didn't you say you were going to have a drink? Let's go."
Tang Xinrou glanced at him but didn't shake him off.
